The inverse of love towards feeling wonderful, I can rebel while appreciating my opinion. I feel life at a finger's breadth, it's curious perhaps that's why I won't say now that I always wonder where I'll end up asking questions for people who matter not, but in that moment are more important than the world.… Continue reading Fuck behaving

A tribute to an idea is an interesting thing. For most tributes contain gratitude and good tidings for people.Tributes often say good bye to people, there's a sadness in that i think, but in an idea tributes are glimmers. The sparkle, they shine, but they are also finite. A tribute is energy thrown into an… Continue reading A forgotten tribute, in a shrugging, shouldered world.

Tension holds us in check, it keeps us from exerting our minds in ways considered intolerable or disillusioned and yet... it still keeps us flickering, as if we could almost gasp in anticipation for some great moment. Tension has held me by a thimble's thread lately, as if i was fluttered through winds, winds that… Continue reading Finding happiness in the words that are my own.

I wonder if the ability to be superfluous in this day and age is a show of intellectual astuteness, or just someone preaching like a snob? I read over my musings, and general literary articles, and wonder if I need to enhance the depth, the intensity, maybe even the vividness of my works. But I… Continue reading Simply, from love.

Whispering musings fill my ear. They speak of the pain i fear.   Day after day i seek her existence. Even when found all i get is resistance.   Found but never lost. Known she's been, almost within my grasp.   Sought after, Fought after, Court after,   Never to be, just for me.  … Continue reading Musical whispers eating through the pain of my ear

This is a personal note, so I don't forget. Been thinking of the way in which I write and realized I need to tweak things, if I am to improve myself and my ability to write, to evolve if you will. In terms of this idea, I intend to do it in two ways, first… Continue reading Evolving

Unraveling, the mind of empty disturbances, unable to cleanse the foul reek of epitomized stupidity. Riddled by civilized capitalistic garbage, additives of disruptive, consumeristic destitude.   Destitute, Astute? Perhaps we are the cheese riddled by the cannibalistic mouse looking for a treat, a treat of sudden apathy, the circled wheel of hamster-like reality?   Enveloped… Continue reading Saturated